Sith-Posting And “You Might Not Be An American If . . .”

Sith-Posting And “You Might Not Be An American If . . .”

“You underestimate my power!” – Revenge of the Sith

Why did Anakin® cross the road?  To get to the Dark Side©.

About the memes:  all of them are stolen from X®.  Sometimes X© becomes fascinated with an idea, and then it explodes.  This one is the idea that the Jedi® were the bad guys and that the Republic™ were the good guys, specifically Anakin© and his transformation into Darth Vader®.

Great creativity, and they’re generally not in any particular order with the text.

About the list:  Most people have heard the Jeff Foxworthy routine, “You might be a redneck . . .” since at this point it’s nearly 40 years old.  Really, it’s been that long.  So, I thought I might riff off it a bit with my own spin.

They might not be an American if…

Their X® account has the flag of some other country.

They need a translator to vote and the burka keeps getting in the way.

The Fourth of July is just another day that the people who work to feed and house them get off as a vacation day.

When they say “My people” it doesn’t include you.

The flags they wave in a parade don’t have multiple stars.

They think the Constitution is best read in its original language, you know, Spanish, Arabic, or Hindi.

English is a language they haven’t learned even though they’ve been here for 25 years.

They can name every holiday back home but go blank on Memorial Day.

That country they had to leave because it was too dangerous?  They vacation there.

They can’t pronounce that hateful word “Assimilation”.

They refuse to eat a bacon cheeseburger.

Their idea of civic participation is showing up for welfare and then voting for other Somalians.

They crossed the border and immediately started arguing that the border shouldn’t exist and that they are the real Americans.

The only American history they know is the part that justifies their grievances.

They call this place “theirs” but keep a one-way ticket home as a viable option.

Their kids are technically American on paper but are something else in practice.

They treat the Constitution like a menu rather than a limit on government.

“Rule of law” and freedom from corruption is what they demand from others.

They still vote not for party or principle, but for their own people.

They think the Pledge of Allegiance is haram.

They think our founding documents are just “suggestions from dead racist white guys.”

They can recite the rules of cricket or FIFA soccer but not the three branches of government.

Their version of the American Dream is welfare, remittances, and chain migration.

“Their rights” start the moment they cross and “having responsibilities” is considered oppression.

They measure success by how much they can extract and send home rather than how much they can build here.

They understand the benefits of the system without understanding the culture that produced it.

Their grandchildren speak the language of the place they left more fluently than English.

They consider criticism of mass immigration “hate” instead of math.

Their community association is organized by old-country caste first.

They arrived and immediately demanded the rules be changed to match their home country.

They think that anyone who objects to them being here is racist.

They root for their national soccer team rather than the American one, worse, they actually care about soccer.

They crossed illegally and then lecture citizens about compassion.

Their idea of freedom is the freedom to recreate the place they escaped.

They need a separate cultural center because the American one isn’t “theirs.”

“American” is a status they claim and a culture they reject.

Their children are taught that America is the problem, not the opportunity.

They measure progress by how many relatives they can bring over and get hired at Microsoft©.

“Integration” is what Americans are supposed to do for them.

They don’t understand that “We the People” does not include people who just got here.

They think “citizenship” is a transaction.

The only history they accept is the history that flatters their group.

They think the rule of law is what Americans owe them, not what they owe.

They arrived and immediately started organizing for more arrivals.

They treat American institutions as resources to be captured rather than maintained.

They think dual allegiance is normal and exclusive allegiance to the United States is extreme.

They think that “assimilation” is what other people should do.

Their version of diversity is everyone else changing to suit them and their culture.

They think “American values” are whatever values make it easier for more people from their group to arrive.

They still send money home while collecting services here.

The only American traditions they observe are the ones that pay with an EBT® or direct deposit.

They think “integration” means Americans learn their language and customs.

They think the American identity is whatever identity they brought with them.

The only American principles they fully accept are the ones that benefit their group.

They arrived and immediately started arguing that the founding of the United States was illegitimate.

They think that “illegal” was a temporary inconvenience on the way to permanent status.

They claim that a poem on the Statue of Liberty is the basis, somehow, for a national policy.

Yeah, my Jeff Foxworthy routine wouldn’t get a lot of laughs, and would probably get me arrested in England.  That’s okay, we’ll always have Anakin.

It Came From . . . Halloween

“They’re coming to get you, Barbara . . .” – Night of the Living Dead

The question for 2026, are ghost costumes occultural appropriation?

Movies are our modern campfire tales.  Yeah, I know, not as good as real campfire tales, but here we are.  Given that, one of the things that humanity has shared around the fire since we first discovered fire was scary stories.  Sure, we heard about the events of the day, but the stories, the old stories that were passed down of tragedy and the supernatural were the ones that the kids really listened to.

We’re not so different in 2026, we just lack the campfire and are distracted by the shiny objects that get put in front of us, like movies.  Since tomorrow is Halloween, based on publishing date, I thought I’d just run through a list of some of the Halloween movies that I thought were especially good.  As far as rules, I have once big one:  no more than one from a particular creator, otherwise my list would mainly be John Carpenter movies and Alien.

Not all of them are scary, as you’ll see, which is okay.  I’ve never been to a Halloween party where they actually killed people, so at least part of the day as we celebrate in modern times is tied to having fun, so some of the movies are just fun.

Is this a definitive top 10 list?  No.  It’s a list of great movies based on the mood I’m in at noon on 10/29/2026.  No spoilers.

First off must be Halloween.  This movie was shot on a shoestring, and made $47 million dollars in 1978 money.  It’s about an insane kid who escapes a mental institution and wants to kill teenagers who are having sex.  Obviously, feminists hated it, and many of them have written doctoral dissertations about this film on their way to becoming spinsters who are that horrid lunch lady with a Ph.D.  The bad part of this movie is that it was so very foundational to modern movie horror that everyone copied it.

If Halloween wasn’t named Halloween it would have made the list, but it wouldn’t have been first on the list.  First would have been Alien.  Why?  It’s just a haunted house in space, but the thing haunting the house is an alien.  That’s not a spoiler, because it’s in the title.  This film is visually stunning, because that’s what Ridley Scott does with every film.  However, this one is also tightly written into a perfect little claustrophobic story with life and death on the lines.  And a hot chick in her underwear.

I continue to maintain that The Exorcist, despite the denunciations from various religious leaders, is the most fundamentally Christian horror movie ever made.  It depicts Evil as a tangible reality, it depicts the power of Christ saving a young child, and it depicts priests being dedicated and selfless.  Oh, yeah, the crucifix thing.  There’s that.  I get it, but in the whole that movie has probably brought more people to religion than pushed them away.

The other side of the coin is Ghostbusters.  I sure like that movie.  Too bad they never made any sequels or follow-on series.  Oh, well, I’ll just have to make due with the only movie ever made about tied to this universe.  The movie itself is quotable, rewatchable, hilarious, and has the perfect cast, including the actress that played a character in Alien, believe it or not.

Poltergeist is, perhaps, the most cursed (in real life) movie on this list.  There were many untimely deaths of young women associated with the film, which is well known.  A lesser-known horrifying fact is that in the swimming pool scene with all the human skeletons, those were real human skeletons.  The actors didn’t know that they were, essentially, sitting in and getting splashed with a soup of actual dead people for the five days it took to shoot the scene.

Okay, palate cleanser time.  The Addams Family started as a set of cartoons and then became a television series and then a children’s cartoon and then finally a movie in 1991 and they’re still making Addams Family crap today.  Fun, silly, but for me the original TV series is still the best.

Back into the darker themes:  The Shining.  Stephen King hated this movie, but he liked the money a whole bunch because it bought lots of cocaine.  This movie spawned nearly as many conspiracy theories as a 6.5 Mannlicher-Carcano.  The biggest?  That this was Stanley Kubrick’s coded admission that he had faked the Moon landing.  I have been told from someone I trust with a security clearance that this is true but that Kubrick, being a stickler for accuracy, demanded they film on location.  Probably Jack Nicholson’s best movie.

The Shining elbows out Salem’s Lot from this list, which was way scarier than a television movie had any right to be.

There are about two scenes from The Crow that could have been removed to make it a perfect movie, as it is, it’s still a compelling story.  Digging deeper into the “why” of this story, the motivation for this film was the tragedy of the creator trying to cope with the grief caused by the death of his fiancé, who had been killed by a drunk driver.  The star of this movie, Brandon Lee, died making it.  So, this movie may even be more cursed than Poltergeist.

Nobody died making Steel Magnolias, which makes me sad.  The major horror of this movie is that it exists, and that I once was talked into watching this 118-minute movie about women talking about their feelings, which is more chilling than anything John Carpenter ever put on film.  I cannot in good conscience recommend watching this film to anyone, even my worst enemy.

As to movies that aren’t scary at all, Fright Night (1985) is one.  Fright Night captures that age before cable TV when UHF stations would show crappy old B movies with live hosts shilling the local stereo and water bed stores.  The catch?  A real vampire moves in next to Charlie Brewster.  Good fun, have no idea how it got an R rating unless I forgot some boobs.  Not scary.

There’s a recipe for humor, parody the poster of a movie that didn’t have a poster in a fairly obscure style.  Next I’ll start telling jokes about high cycle metal fatigue or inside jokes from books that only six people have read.  That’ll get ‘em laughing, Wilder!

And for my obscure adder:  I saw Night of the Living Dead when I was five, and that was really scary, but I was five.  One that scared me when I saw it as a 12 or 13 year old on our local “Fright Night® late night horror movie on UHF” station was Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark.  This is the original 1973 movie, not the horrible Guillermo del Toro remake where he failed to catch the magic.  It’s a decent haunted house movie that really got me, with the idea of hordes of little supernatural people living in the walls and basement.  It was well done and very creepy, especially as a television movie.

Okay, those are some of my favorites, and I probably could have done a dozen more.  What did I miss that you love?

Manmade Horrors Beyond Human Comprehension

“Mr. Quaid, can you hear yourself? She’s real because you dreamt her?” – Total Recall

Every pizza can be a personal pizza if you believe in yourself.

It’s the spooky season running up to Halloween, so, why not get a little strange and think about the dark side of things.  I mean, with a chuckle or two.

Philip K. Dick is dead.

I think.

In life, Dick was obsessed with one overriding theme:  that reality ain’t what it used to be.  In his stories, he focused on things not being what they seemed to be.  During his life he was dirt poor, and drug addicted.  Back then, I hear, the goal of hippies was to do as many drugs as they could and not get caught.

But enough about the Tour de France.

If that wasn’t enough, Dick was also paranoid, so I imagine having him over for dinner would have been, well, interesting, especially if he was in the midst of a meth binge.

I wonder if Dick ever tried speed dating?

But his vision caught up with the world and since his death many movies and at least two television series have been based on his work.  I’ll say, if you stop The Man in the High Castle at the end of season one, it’s a pretty good show.  And some of the movies have been entertaining.

We are, however, getting to the point in the news cycle where Dick’s vision seems to be on the verge of being able to be real as he wrote a lot about machine intelligence, so let’s review A.I.

In the last few days, Jack Dorsey of O.G. Twitter© fame, introduced an A.I. named Dessa that he claims was entirely trained on spoken language.  If true, this is a huge increase in the amount of information that A.I.s can be trained on, as the spoken word contains so much more information than the same words as written down.

I have a Slovakian friend who’s a sound tech.  And a Czech one, too.  And a Czech one, too.

We had speech far before we had writing, and the intonation, timbre, pitch, and timing of words all have meaning that is very difficult to catch in the written word.  I don’t need to have to wonder what The Mrs. means when she asks, “What are you doing?” because that sentence, though it can contain hundreds of different meanings, is always very clear from the way she says it.  This is unlike when The Mrs. says, “Don’t leave your socks in the front room.”

I have no idea what The Mrs. means by that one.

Training A.I. by voice is, I suppose, the next phase of A.I. development.  Add in the capacity to process text, and you’ve got at least twice the training material, if not an order of magnitude more.

What’s next?

I don’t trust the LGBT community, they never give straight answers.

Well, why not mimic the sensory input of a child in a robot, and have the A.I. interact with the physical world the way an infant human would?  You can mimic the stimuli that a child feels, from being tired, to being hungry, to being alone, to feeling pain and discomfort.

I’ve often thought that the limiting factor in the training of A.I. was in giving it limits, i.e., bounding the formless void that it dreams in with walls and time and sensation.  My thought has been it is the existence of those very limits that created consciousness.

So now, an “infant” A.I. is trained and conditioned on the world.  Hell, it doesn’t even have to be a real world, it could be a simulation, since the A.I. could easily be placed in a realistic video game engine to experience the world.

And it would be easy to do this with 100,000 A.I.s at a time, discarding all of those that didn’t meet the parameters the researcher was looking for into electronic oblivion, even if they were conscious.  The researcher could use just the best of them as templates to build all of the A.I.s for the next phase of development.

Those A.I.s then would just be copies of the A.I. that had the “actual” experience.

Paging Philip K. Dick.

All her genes were hand me downs.

If that worked, and the researcher gave it a body, well, we’re straight into Bladerunner territory where we, humanity, may have created something that is indistinguishable from a conscious human being out of this laboratory.  I’ll note, if it’s indistinguishable, at what point would we have to call it alive?

At what point would we have to call it human?

Can it get worse?

Certainly!

The post is titled Manmade Horrors Beyond Human Comprehension, so I’ve gotta live up to that.

It gets worse.  What happens if we use all that simulation data . . . on us.

Aldous Huxley famously wrote Brave New World, which, arguably is closer to reality than Orwell’s 1984.  But I digress, that’s fodder for another post.

Brave New World centered around a caste system.  In it, there were five levels:

  • Alphas: the intellectual elite.
  • Betas: smart, but not independent and not capable of revolt.
  • Gammas: mass-produced drone men with some skills.
  • Deltas: no-skill laborers, can’t read.
  • Epsilons: barely above animals.

These creatures were based on genetic engineering, chemical manipulation, and conditioning.

Based on what we’ve seen with immigration, it certainly seems like Brave New World is the goal.  I’ll let you fill in the blanks.

Hey, could Vivek’s next scam be a ShamWow of an idea?

At what point are humans replaced by A.I. in the caste system our overlords would have?

At what point do they use A.I. to create a Skinner Box for conditioning humans based on A.I. research?

At what point do they cease needing wild-born humans at all?

At what point will they want to discard us?

We seem to be messy and independent, which isn’t good for the bottom line, and certainly not good for the comfort of the elite.

These risks certainly do seem to converge, one a man-like artificial servant that is born of hundreds of thousands of sacrifices, and one a neutered caricature of a human built to serve the needs of a ravenous elite.

Thankfully Dick and Huxley were paranoid mad dreamers and nothing like that could ever happen.  And don’t think I’m a paranoid drug user.  Don’t you be calling me a Dick!

Besides, that’s the word that The Mrs. keeps using when she mentions socks.  Whatever could she mean?

The Political Compass Ate My Homework, Part XIII

I thought my notes were more extensive on my planned post, and I’m feeling lazy, so, please enjoy the following, knowing that I hit the hot tub and had a cigar rather than toiling for hours.

The first batch are political compass memes.  Top left, actual commies.  Top right, me, mostly.  Bottom left, suburban white women commies.  Bottom right, libertarians.

 

 

Okay I’m with the libertarians on the one below:

How you view the other quadrants from your quadrant.

Okay, I’m anywhere on the right side of this line.

 

I could really see a future for Vivek selling Sham-Wow towels.

Two crow stories.  I like the first one best.

It’s those Christians tearing the place up again . . .

Whoops, one more political compass meme:

 

 

 

We know that the boys on the boats were dreaming of this future.

There is a switch . . . and it’s looking better every day.

Will We Win? Yes. Will It Be Horrible? Also Yes.  So, We Might As Well Enjoy It.

“A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.  An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down!  But it is not this day.  This day we fight!  By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, men of the West!” – Return of the King

Being an involuntary organ donor in the USSR was really disheartening.

The main poison that led to the GULAG was hope.

Hope slowed action, and when the KGB or Cheka thugs walked up the stairs of the commieblock apartments, people didn’t react because of the hope that it wouldn’t be them.  Soviet soldiers that had flung themselves against the MG-42s of the Wehrmacht or SS Panzer divisions on the Ostfront stood cowering behind their doors because of hope that it might be the comrade next door that the KGB was collecting.

And blind hope really is silly because the comrade in the apartment next door has the exact same hope.  It also saps willpower.

However, there’s the Blackpill®.  Now, my definition of the Blackpill™ is that things can never get better, that all is lost, and civilization is doomed.  If anything, the Blackpill© is nihilism on steroids, and is probably worse than hope because it brings with it defeatism.  It’s a philosophy for losers.

I reject then, both mindless hope, and also mindless nihilism.

I had a water bed that was extra bouncy.  I used spring water.

I’m not sure what I’d call how I feel.  Redpill© isn’t quite enough, because I believe that, indeed, we can and will emerge victorious in the end.  The lights won’t go out forever.

But victory requires intent.  No general ever won a battle intending to lose.  Elon Musk didn’t just wake up one morning and say, “Holy shit!  I have reusable rockets and nearly a trillion dollars!”  And this post didn’t assemble itself out of the luminiferous aether.

No, people drive conditions and drive events so that that victory emerges as a condition.  They shape the world and the possibility of what can be through willpower, belief, and intent.

I admire Will Smith.  It takes a lot of guts to defend someone else’s woman like that.

Where then, are we headed?

First, Trump didn’t start the MAGA parade.  He saw where people were already headed and jumped out in front of the parade.  I recall one rally from his latest presidential run when he bragged about creating the Vaxx®.  The people in the audience booed Trump.

Trump stopped mentioning the Vaxx© after that.  He looked back and saw the parade wasn’t going to go that direction.  This is, of course, one of the primary distinctions between TradRight and GloboLeft:  TradRight is hard to lead, GloboLeft grovels for someone to beat them and tell them what to do and believe as they sniff the glove.

So, the movement is there.  It’s the oxygen in the room.

Second, there’s France.  I don’t know how a Frenchman can look at the country and see that they’re the next best thing to being conquered and not feel anger building inside him.  How many murders?  How many rapes?  How many riots?  How many precious symbols of his religion and former nation can he stomach to see destroyed before he snaps?

At some point a strong man will look at the burning Louvre, the frolicking invaders, and Macron going to Davos to say the official statement that “Diversity is the strength of France!” and decide that the official statement can use a rake for toilet paper.

This, then is the fuel.

My landlord wanted to talk to me about the high air conditioning bill.  I said, “Sure, my door is always open.”

The spark?  I don’t know.  Perhaps something as simple as a man who says, “no”, or a Major in the Army from Montana who sees a crown lying in a gutter, and picks it up, sees the oxygen that is the people, and the fuel that is the anger, and decides to lead the parade to where it must inevitably go:  conflict, mountains of skulls, and rebirth.

I do believe that on the other side of this is a rebirth, a new golden age.

I also believe that if you’re over 40, the chances of you living to see that new golden age are zero, and it may be that no one alive today will live to see it.  I think it will be horrible in more ways than mankind has yet seen on this planet.  Yet, this terrible gulf to herald in the future is likely necessary and preferable to the slide into tyranny we’re headed on now.

But I believe, deeply, that the forces of Truth, Beauty, and Goodness will win, and I believe that because, despite all the horrors of the past, they’ve never died.  Gone dim?  Certainly.

But never died.  This then is the pill that I choose to take, the pill that will build a future for my grandchildren and their children.

I don’t have a color for this pill, but I’ll call it the Victory Pill™ for now.

Which might explain why only two Mexicans cross the border wall at a time.  No tres passing.

We don’t get to see the end of this, but we do get to build the foundations, and shape what will follow.  I have no illusions that this blog will be read 1,000 years after my death, let alone the 2,300 years that Aristotle’s thoughts have survived.

No.  But I’ll try to do my part, even if it’s to be the smallest PEZ®-shaped block in the foundations of what is to come.

And what wins is someone who believes they can win, who goes out against all odds, sees the crown lying in the gutter, picks it up, and carries the future of mankind.  That man may be out there now, and may yet be unborn.

Will we win?

Yes.

Will it be horrible?

Yes.

My hockey nickname was “Titanic” because I looked good until I hit the ice.

I don’t think anyone will point back on this time and place and call it the ideal, the Golden Age.  Those times are in the past.

And in the future.

We are not done, but hoping our way to victory won’t help.  Neither will despair.

Building a foundation, however, will.

We inherited this civilization from our ancestors, and only hold it in trust for our children.  This is our time and place to stand.

Kim Jong Un Ate My Homework

A bit tired tonight, and I’ve got to get up about three hours earlier than usual tomorrow.  Enjoy the memes, more of the usual nonsense Friday.

 

Proof that Kim Jong Un is dead! (LINK)

Forgotten War

I originally published this on December 9.  I wrote it for the events unfolding now.  You can find all of my songs here.  I will be reposting a few of them as events make them more relevant than when I wrote them.  Oddly, you can also find my stuff on Spotify.

Forgotten War
By John Wilder

For ten thousand years we held the wall
Blade in hand, backs to the sea
We learned their lies, their empty oaths
We buried them beneath the ash of history

We rose from blood to iron and stone
Built towers that scraped the face of God
Their spears became toys, their screams a lullaby
We laughed as their kingdoms turned to sod

Centuries rolled, the watch-fires dimmed
Our sons forgot the taste of fear
We laid the sword upon the shelf
And called the wolf a friend sincere

The gates swing wide, the smile is cold
Same eyes that burned our villages of old
Your blood, your name, your very tongue
Welcomes the blade that carved our young

We forgot how to hate
We forgot how to kill
We forgot the old mandate
Spare none, none, none upon the hill!

They never laid their hunger down
They only waited, patient, vile, and still
And now the wolf walks in our town
We’ll learn to make war again – we will!

From the grave I scream without a voice
I claw at dust that once was clay
My distant son shakes the serpent’s hand
And calls the jackal “brother” today

The peace we won became our chain
Mercy turned to slow suicide
The enemy kept the ancient flame
We let the fire in our marrow die

No trumpet sounds, no banner flies
Just quiet knives in the dead of night
Your child sleeps while the old oath dies
And the savage sharpens his appetite

We forgot how to hate
We forgot how to kill
We forgot the old mandate
Spare none, none, none upon the hill!

They never learned, they never changed
They only waited for our mercy to spill
Now the wolf is in the fold unchained
We’ll learn to make war again – we will!

Hear me, ancestors, hear me, ghosts
The blood remembers what the mind forgot
Steel still sings inside our bones
The wolf will learn what the lamb was not

We will remember how to hate
We will remember how to kill
We will rekindle the old mandate
Spare none, none!  None upon the hill!

The long peace ends, the lesson’s learned
The fire returns with a brighter glow
Your sons will bare their teeth and burn
And we will make war again –

Hell yes, we will make war again!

Forward, my sons – the wolf dies tonight!

France In Freefall

France In Freefall

“Everybody, there’s a riot going on!” – Police Academy

All memes as-found.

I ordered a copy of The Camp of the Saints by Jean Raspail way back in 2015.  At that point it was dystopian fiction about a failed future world.  It’s a bleak read.  The plot?  The Third World had successfully weaponized Western Guilt and decided to invade by the millions.  These invaders didn’t like Europeans and didn’t want to become like the Europeans.  They hate Europeans.

They wanted to destroy the West and to destroy everything beautiful and to destroy every Western nation.  They were abetted by Globoleftists who used virtue signaling and calling people “racist” if they opposed allowing their country to be invaded.  Even the fictional Pope was in on it.  The book ends with the extinction of Western civilization.

The book was published in 1973.

That was fictional version of France.  How is it tracking reality in France?

Right on track!

Somewhere around 70% of the French are against importing infinity legal and illegal non-European stock people.  This is also the number of French people who are observably French:  people with no non-French parent or grandparent.  That’s also about 70%.

I doubt many of them, before this weekend, wanted complete repatriation.  But I think that’s a sentiment that is now shared by many.  There’s a moment when shock overcomes the complacency.

Keep in mind that this is in a country that perfected the art of rioting “because it’s Tuesday” as far back as the French Revolution.  Along with baguettes and cigarettes, the French just love riots, or riotettes as they would call them if I were making up the language.  They have them slightly more often than the Olympics© and slightly less often than French women shave their legs.

So, even without the 15% to 20% Africans and Arabs that they imported, France is a riot-y place.  To be clear, these 15% to 20% foreign invader group isn’t spread uniformly over France.  Nope.  They’re lumpy, because they moved to France not to be French, but because they wanted the free stuff and also to conquer the place.

What free stuff?

The are at least €10 billion spent every year to convince Arabs and Africans to move there.  A € is like a metric $, and many Europeans keep their savings in the euro, although really rich Europeans have two euros.

At least facing Mecca is free.

That €10 billion doesn’t include things like medical care, food, schools, housing, clothing and all the other benefits which add at least €20 billion, and up to €50 billion more.  Those totals don’t cover the violence and rape and theft.  The non-European Diversity accounts for at least twice their population share in murders and rapes, and over four times their share in some theft categories.

Those totals also don’t include the amount of damage caused in the latest riots.  Who is going to pay for the free stuff?  Well, almost certainly working French people who will pay the invaders to kill, rape, and reproduce.

Who benefits?

The non-Europeans and the Leftists that are providing the services.  Import a people to replace the ones they don’t like, and also get resources to the GloboLeft soldiers in the form of jobs and cash.

Moving on from money, what evidence is there that this is a conquest?

Obviously, all doctors and engineers.

Well, the murders and rapes is a data point.  That’s what conquerors do.  The riots are another.  The mass prayers that shut down streets is another, since they don’t do that in their own countries.

Among moslems aged 15-24, slightly less than 60% want sharia law, and rules that favor islam.  A 2025 French report showed that the Moslem Brotherhood® is infiltrating schools, clubs, charities, and other French bodies to islamize France.

The Archbishop of Strasbourg reported that moslems had told him that, “One day all this will bout ours.”  Oh, and the no-go zones.  White people

To be clear, if the “far right” was doing this in Paris or Peoria or Plymouth, the army would be sent out, weapons-free.  Because this hasn’t been done, nor has there been any meaningful attempt to stop it, this is what the system wants.

The French police, showing traditional French tactics.

Riots mean more centralized government power.  And the rioters will be rewarded with more of what they want, which means that the cycle will continue until the French are replaced.  Thus, the government does nothing and Macron goes to a (spins wheel) Celine Dion concert while Paris burns.

Could there be anything more apt?

I think that it’s clear that, immigration can lead the West to cultural oblivion.  To be fair, I think it’s clear now that stopping immigration isn’t enough, and that demanding immigrant remigration is now a moderate position.

If Jean Raspail tried to write The Camp of the Saints today, it would be a surprise because Raspail died in 2020.  He never backed away from its core message, that the West is in danger and that anyone who denied that was lying.

They hate France, and they will burn France.  Will they burn us here?

If they can, they will, that much is clear.  The earlier we stop them and send them home, the more blood that will be saved.

It’s not racist to want to protect the nation your ancestors built.  It’s not racist to want to protect your family and see your lineage continue. It’s not racist to want to give that nation to your children.

But if it was racist, it still wouldn’t be wrong.

Physics, Weapons, And A Very Brief Stress Analysis Of A Bra Clasp

“It defies your laws of physics.” Transformers:  Dark of the Moon

Einstein wasn’t a theoretical physicist.  He actually existed.

I once had a professor that said, “If we would have waited to have mathematically understand how a cantilever beam works, we’d still be living in caves.”  The Bernoulli Brothers (not named Mario and Luigi), Euler, and Coulomb figured it out, finally ending the mystery in 1773.

Notably, none of them lived in a cave.  But they did come up with practical ways to make artillery, to make rifles and to make all manner of amazing inventions that were optimized for removing their fellow man from this plane of existence, and in some cases turning them into fragments so small and diffuse as to be beyond the capabilities of all the king’s horses and all the king’s men to figure out who they were.

At least until DNA testing.

For the longest time, engineering beat physics.  Just like the cantilever beam, what was practical was way ahead of what could be explained.  Engineers could build stuff that physicists couldn’t explain, and physicists had to sprint to catch up.

I replaced my morning coffee with tea and lost 85% of the joy in my life.

They did, and certainly the biggest example of weaponized physics are nuclear weapons.  Have an enemy?  Let’s unleash the forces that transmute matter into their favorite restaurant and gently kiss the area of several megatons of canned sunshine.  Oh, and the hard radiation.  And the explosion.

The first atomic bombs were built based on a theory, and followed up with an amazingly expensive research project that led to a first-time success.  That’s worthy of a good grade, which is maybe why they called it the A-bomb.  Me?  I would have called it the A+bomb.

Physics was now weaponized, and engineering had to work to catch up to the ideas.

Enter Eric Weinstein.

Eric is primarily famous for being famous, but made money as an investor after getting a Ph.D. in mathematical physics.  But in the “being famous” bit, he’s made several observations:

  1. Physics has been stagnant since 1973,
  2. Physicist Edward Witten “drove theoretical physics off the road and off a cliff” in the 1980s with String Theory™,
  3. None of this was an accident, and,
  4. You should buy his book.

I kid.  He’s loaded and doesn’t need you to buy his book.  Just listen to his podcast.

I hear the plans were available on Wookie® Leaks.

Regardless, in there is an interesting assertion, and that is that physics was hijacked and slowed down.  Now, how would that happen?  Well, it would really be easy.  Who pays the bills for physicists?  Who writes the grants for physics?  Who finances the projects?

That’s right.  The United States government.  And, you may not be aware of this, but if you find something particularly interesting in physics, it can be deemed top secret from the moment that it’s found.  Yes.  Uncle Sam is serious about his physics.  And Weinstein kept coming back to this point that sharing certain just-discovered physics could make that physicist a criminal.

What if, stick with me, we developed something outstanding in physics that was not all that hard to figure out, but that amazing weaponization or strategic impact?  I don’t know, maybe a quantum bomb that makes physicists leap, or a ray that turns everyone living in the Middle East into a PEZ©.  There would be a strategic reason to make the Soviets and the ChiComs and, well, everyone waste their time on a specific branch of mathematical speculation that keeps them away from the PEZ™ ray.

I read a book about photons one afternoon.  It was a bit of light reading.

Michio Kaku said that String Theory© was discovered “100 years too early” to test it.  So, what better thing to waste time on than a pure mathematical construct?  How to get them to study that?  That’s the easy thing:  spend money.  It’s not even a lot of money, because physicists are used to being beaten up for their lunch money, so they have low expectations.

Let’s assume this is true, at least for the post.  It’s a big ask, I know, but it’s not like I’m asking you to pretend that diversity is our strength or that all white people are racist.

Let’s move to the next thread:  A.I. has recently dropped 719 math papers that address over 4,000 open math problems.  One mathematician even noted that one of the papers in particular would, if written by a human, be in the running for the Fields Medal®.  The Fields Medal™ is like the Nobel Prize© for mathematicians, but it’s lighter because mathematicians have low upper body strength.

My dog tried to herd the cantaloupes and seems sad now.  A bit melon-collie?

So, here’s where I attempt to bring it together.

A.I. is doing math as well as the best mathematicians on Earth.

Math is the tool chest that supports all of physics.

If A.I. does math, A.I. can do physics.

A.I. will soon be doing physics at the highest level, guided by humans free from constraints.

If fundamental physics leads to the possibility more weapons, or wormholes, or other science fiction advances like, say, Nerf© cars for Asian women, our world could change overnight.  I call dibs on the Nobel Prize® for that one.

An Asian woman texting while driving is statistically safer than when she is concentrating on the road.

When Vernor Vinge came up with the term “Singularity” to describe when the pace of change in the world, the level of novelty, becomes infinite.  At that point, all bets are off.  Is there fundamental physics that we have yet to discover or that we’ve hidden?

If so, it might be that we’re at the edge of that vertical takeoff.

Thankfully, there were still fields of experimentation when I was young that weren’t suppressed by the government.  For instance, my early research program conducting stress analysis on female undergarment fastening devices led to a paradoxical conclusion:

Once the snap of the bra was released, theory said that the tension would likewise decrease.  However, in my experience, in every instance tension increased, so theory was refuted by experiment.

But that is another story.